Hard to Resist (2 page)

I pulled my phone out to text Bryson immediately. I knew he was there because he’d told me that he was going to help set up the DJ stand. The guy hosting the party was Bryson’s best friend, Mark. Bryson was always there, holed up in Mark’s room when he wanted to make an escape.

I waited ten minutes. I’d even grabbed a drink. But I didn’t get a text back. It wasn’t like Bryson to hold off on texting me—although lately he’d been drifting away from me more and more. Looking towards the spiral staircase, I figured that if he wasn’t downstairs, he was most likely upstairs. I pushed through the thick crowd, passing by people with their plastic red cups in hand, until I was near the staircase. I hopped up the stairs quickly, stepping between the couples having
make-out-sex
until it was clear. The music had grown quieter up there but the bass was thumping against the soles of my feet. I passed by the first four rooms until I reached the last one. The last room was Mark’s room and if Bryson wasn’t in there, I didn’t know where the hell he could have been.

I knocked on the door and heard stumbling of some kind.
They’re in there.
I knocked again but no one answered so I twisted the knob, stepped inside, but as I did my heart failed to beat.

Clutching the door knob, I stared in horror while choking on my next breath and wishing that I had never gone upstairs. My hands began to tremble but I couldn’t pull my sight away from it.

Bryson hopped from the bed quickly, reaching for his jeans to tug them over his legs. “Nat,” he said while staring at me with wide eyes.

I remained speechless, looking from him to the blonde bitch lying on the bed with a smirk. It was Sara Manx. I hated her with a passion. She’d always been trying to find a way to get between Bryson and I and I guess she’d found a way because there he was, just lying on top of her, sweating like he’d just ran for an hour on a treadmill.

I couldn’t even speak. I didn’t want to. I wanted to pretend that none of it had happened. I spun around and began to march down the hall but he caught me by the hook of my arm. I shoved him away, feeling my chest tighten. Tears pricked and stung at my eyes but I wasn’t going to let Sara get to me. She wanted this. She wanted to see us fight and to see us unhappy. And, to be honest, she’d won.

“Nat, please,” Bryson begged but I pushed against his sweaty, bare chest harder.

“Fuck you, Bryson! How could you do this to me—with
her
?” He clutched my wrists, forcing me to look him in the eye but I couldn’t. He had the most beautiful emerald green I’d eyes ever seen but I began to hate them. I began to despise everything about him. I told myself that he wasn’t worth the tears and that I didn’t need him, but it was a lie. Bryson and I had promised to grow old and happy together. To have children and to raise them correctly. He’d promised me so much. A beautiful wedding, a romantic honeymoon—all of it. But that had all gone down the drain. That promise was no more.

“Let go of me,” I growled through my teeth.

“Nat, I’m sorry!” He removed one of his hands from my wrist to cup my jawline but I pulled away.

“Don’t touch me!” I scowled, feeling the tears ride along my cheeks.

“What the hell is going on?”

I spun around to face Mark who was looking at us both with wide eyes. I jerked away from Bryson while his guard was down and stomped around Mark. I figured that Mark knew something about this whole ordeal. He had too. They’re best friends. Bryson tells Mark everything.

“Natalie,” Mark called after me as I clambered down the stairs. I ripped my clutch open to pull my keys out. Pushing through the crowd, I searched for Gracey who I’d found on the dance floor. I gripped her wrist and drug her out of the room.

“Hey—Natalie! What are you doing?” she whined over the music but I ignored her. I continued to push through the sea of bodies, not caring about who I’d hit or what elbows I was throwing to get them out of my way. I just wanted to get the hell out of there. And fast.

I finally reached the door and stepped out into the night air. I continued to drag Gracey down until I was at the last stoop. But as I reached the bottom, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I fell against Grace’s shoulder and her whole body tensed before she wrapped her arms around me.

“Hey, Nat, what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice lowering to a coo. She pushed me back by the shoulders to take a look at my face. She studied the grief in my eyes, the hurt taking over every single one of my features. “What did he
do
?” she growled.

“I caught him cheating on me . . . with Sara Manx.”

She gasped, her eyes wild with bewilderment. “
Sara Manx
! What the fuck is his problem?” She pulled her hands away from me to turn around and march up the stone steps. She gripped the door knob, pushed in, but as soon as the door was open, Mark was stepping out, his eyes still wide and confused.

“What the hell are you doing?
Move
,” Gracey scowled, trying to push Mark aside.

“You’re not going back in there to cause drama, Grace.” Mark’s voice was humble. He looked up from her eyes and spotted me, the helpless, idiotic girl that’d just been cheated on. He shut the door behind him but gripped onto Grace’s wrist and dragged her down the stairs.

Mark, let go of me,” she grunted as she struggled to pull her arm free. He ignored her with his eyes still on me. There was no point for Grace to fight. Mark was like a brick wall. He’d finally decided to release Grace as he stopped less than an inch away from me.

“Did you know about this?” I asked before taking a step back.

“Natalie, I swear to you that I didn’t know,” he said. “Bryson is a fucking idiot. He knew that if he would have told me I would have told you so he kept it to himself.” He reached for me and pulled me in by the shoulders for a tight hug. Mark always did have comforting hugs. “Nat, you’re my best friend. I would never allow anyone to cheat on you. I promise I didn’t know.”

I nodded against his chest, feeling the tears building up within me. My throat scratched from holding the tears in so I released them. I choked on each sob, still disbelieving that he’d really done that to me. Four years with him, and that’s how it had ended? Four years and all I get is a shattered heart in return?

Right then and there, I knew my heart would remain shattered and that I was never, ever going to fall in love again.

Chapter Two

One month later

Shoving the last suitcase into the trunk feels unbelievably odd. I sigh, glancing down at the trunk of my white Camry. After dumping Bryson, I have never felt so bad. Mom says that I’m running away but I don’t think of it that way. I think of it as getting a new start. Leaving has to be the best thing because at least when I leave, I’ll have many things to do to occupy my time. My mind will be distracted and living with Harper will be a blast.

Harper has been my best friend since we were younger. She’s two years older than me and we’re like sisters. She moved to Miami, Florida during my senior year to go off to college and I haven’t seen her since. Her parents have rented her a condo down there and I’m beyond ready to see her. I told her about Bryson and she immediately told me to come down. I’ll be staying with Harper for a few months—until I can find a job and arrange enough money to live on my own. I may even go to a community college down there. I just can’t continue to stay with my parents in South Carolina where Bryson tries to come to my house every day just to apologize.

Nothing that he says can make up for what he did to me. I will never trust him again. Ever since the night of that graduation party, I’ve shut my emotions off. I’ve stuffed them in a jar and sealed that jar tight. I won’t be opening that jar for a very long time. Maybe never again.

He’s honestly a fool if he thinks that I will talk to him. He blows my phone up constantly. He even tries to get Mark to speak for him but Mark is on my side. Mark doesn’t condone cheating and I hate that I blamed him for covering up for Bryson. Mark was furious, especially since Bryson had sex on
his
bed with
Sara the Slut
.

“You all set, Natty?”

I turn around quickly to face my dad. He looks like he hasn’t caught any sleep in days but that’s most likely because he and my mom have been arguing a lot lately and he’s been sleeping on the sofa. People tell me that my father and I look alike but I believe that they only say that because we have the same chocolate brown eyes. My mother on the other hand, we have the same button nose, the same plush, pink lips, the same almond-shaped eyes, and the same silky red-brown hair.

“Yeah,” I sigh, turning to face him. “I’m all set. I should get out of here while it’s still early, huh?” I ask, forcing a smile.

He nods with a sigh as well. “You should. Eight hours is a long drive. Might as well knock ‘em out.” He looks me over with worried eyes as I clutch my keys in my hand. I know that look very well. It’s the look that he always gives me when he thinks that I’m reminiscing or that I’m still torn. It happened a month ago but every day, he worries himself about it. “You go down there and have some fun with Harper,” he says, raking his fingers through his dark hair. A few streaks of grey fall against his forehead before he brushes them away.

“I’ll be fine, Dad. Promise.”

“I trust that you will. Your mother said to call her as soon as you hit Florida.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll call her. She should be off of work by then.” He nods as he looks me over again. He then stretches his arms outward, that being his signal for me to walk into them and give him a hug. I grip onto him tightly and he sighs as he rubs my back.

“I love you, Nat. Have a safe trip.”

“I love you, too.”

He releases me then presses his lips together. I head for the driver’s side of the car and he watches me hop in. “If you get lost, use the GPS!” he calls before turning for the house. “It’s a 2012 version with TTS and hands-free calling so if you get lost, call for help.”

“I will!” I call back, even though I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about. I peer out of the window and watch him nod slightly. I wait for a moment but he remains in the center of the driveway. I know he isn’t going to go in until I am out of the neighborhood. Cranking the car, I blow a kiss at him and then pull out of the driveway, making my way to a new destination. To a new place that I hope won’t linger on depression, heartbreak, and pain.

****

Eight hours later and I’m in Miami, Florida. I release a huge breath of relief as I cruise through the city. Nightfall has just hit and it’s a Friday night. The streets are far from clear but they amaze me. On every corner is a night club with lines that extend from the door to the end of the block. I pull my cell out and dial Harper’s number. She answers after the second ring.

“Natalie! Are you here?” she screams.

“Yes I am. I’m driving through the city right now. What road do I turn on?”

“At the end of the street, you’ll see a tall white building. My condo is in the Infinity Condominiums at Brickell. You can’t miss it unless . . . .”

Harper’s voice continues to ring but I slam on my brakes and my body jerks forward quickly. The wheels of my car come to a screech as I toss my phone to the passenger seat, breathing heavily and gripping the wheel with broad eyes. Staring through the windshield, I notice that someone tall and in a black muscle T-shirt is staring back at me with wide-eyes as well.

His hands are firmly planted on the hood of my car and, luckily, I missed him by what looks like almost an inch. My heart starts to settle but the beats are still heavy. Climbing out of the car, I rush to the hood but as he stands up and looks down at me with soft grey eyes, I gasp. He is beautiful. His face is . . . ridiculously stunning. Chiseled perfectly. His dark-brown hair is cropped and tousled yet it’s delicious.